Meanwhile, back home at the ranch...

Big thanks to N/C for filling in a week's worth of vitriol for me. If I were a genetic female, and he unincarcerated, I'd ask him to marry me.

Spending a week away from the blog isn't as relaxing as one would assume. Ironically, I worked so hard on *real* work last week that I don't feel at all refreshed from my time off. Is this how normal, productive people feel all the time? Suckas.

Speaking of time off, Maud Newton is back, thanks god. I was worried she wouldn't come back. I hear that Canada's air has a miraculous non-frizzing quality rendering all curly-haired Canadian women absolutely contented.

Speaking of contented, I discovered a bar within walking distance of LIC that has a pool table (an essential quality, in N's estimation): The Mark Bar. They also have an impressive array of beer. One of their drink specials is a Berry Julep, which has muddled strawberries in with the mint. I WHOOOOO'd my way across the Pulaski Bridge after a couple of those: "I'm in Brooklyn! Now I'm in Queens! Now I'm in Brooklyn!"

Anyhow, I'm back. Hope y'all had a good weekend.